Date: Wed, 24 Mar 2004 13:36:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Marie LeClare
Subject: The Remaing Moments - lesbian adult friends
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents
either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.
The Remaining Moments - FF
By
Marie LeClare
It was so strange when I first met you, do you remember. I was on the
Internet, just surfing, and you had sent me an instant message, before I
logged on to the Internet, so I replied when I finally got there but you
were gone.
It was like playing a game of messenger tag with us, because we kept
missing each other, until we finally got to talk.
I don't know why I kept sending you messages, when you were offline,
because I had never done that with anybody else, but there was some
attraction I felt, although I hadn't even seen your face.
Then it happened. One night I asked you if you wanted to make love online,
because I told you that I hated the word cyber. I guess I always was the
aggressive one.
As I told you how I'd take your hand in mine, drawing you close to me,
wrapping my arms around you and kissing your soft sweet lips so very
tenderly. Allowing the tip of my tongue to trace the outline of your
beautiful lips, before I'd turn you head to kiss your pretty little ear.
Do you remember all the orgasms we used to enjoy together, as we
masturbated to words of love and passion. Then the day I realized that I
was in love with you, and told you that I loved you, but I had to wait to
hear the same words from you.
Do you remember how we tried to make plans to meet but something always
came up until that day, after I lost my Daddy, and the accident with the
gun.
After that it was my vainness that kept me from you and us apart. Since you
had seen my pictures I just couldn't bear for you to see that scar in my
throat, and what the accident had done to my once beautiful voice.
You knew how I was trying for an acting career and the lessons I used to
take, but in that one brief moment it was shattered.
Everybody had told us it wasn't me, it was the chemicals in my brain that
were out of balance, and even after I received the right medication I was
too vain.
I just couldn't bear the thought of the sight of that scar in my throat,
might repulse you.
We tried to carryon after that but it was never the same, and I called it
quits.
I tried to get on with my life, and hoped that you would stop loving me to
get on with your life, but deep down I never stopped loving you.
After all the cancer surgeries I had to endure, and not knowing if I was
going to survive, I kept hoping somehow that my life was going to be
beautiful.
Even the pain medication they give me can't stop the pain I feel in my
heart. It stops the pain in my throat, but not in my heart, and it probably
never will. Did you ever cry because of the pain you know will never end,
and you know there's no cure.
Oh my gosh, I just noticed the gun in my hand. It's like it has a mind of
it's own. Why am I holding a gun? I don't even remember buying it, but you
know the type of memory I have from that medication I take. I can't hardly
make it out through the tears, but it seems to be rising. I'm trying to
hold my arm down, but it wont stay down, and it keeps rising.
But why am I crying? Is it that I still love you and realize that you love
somebody else, and our love was never meant to be?
Now I can feel the cold hard steel against my temple. I never realized how
cold a gun could be before, but it's ice cold. My finger is squeezing the
trigger. But why? After all I've endured I don't want to die this
wa.................
If you like this story please write me at
MarieLeClare@Yahoo.com
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their fans, it's http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MarieLeClaresStoryland/